ESSAY:THE DYING TONGUE: BY CHIMEZIE CHIKA
I have been watching this man killing his tongue slowly, in that cold dispassionate manner of a serial killer, and I know that one day, finally, he will pluck the now useless tongue and throw it away.
POETRY: TWO POEMS BY JP
You need not knot a twine
on your quivering neck
or swallow otapiapia*
that may take too long
come, I know where you can die quickly.
POETRY: MAD BY UGORJI EBUBE
Then we beg to crawl
To incept like promiscuous whores
Legs clamped open by hungry passages
and the gospel-